Long poem by
Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)
For years before the narrow windows of my senses
Trying to pierce the nebulous world of outer reality,
Hoping to find GOD,
One year was following the other but I was:
I was lost in the tenebrous world of materiality’s
While the true essence of things, evasive
Persistently escaped the grasp of my confused
Unable to see behind the impenetrable veil
And disappointed with reason’s constant
My impatient voice towards the starry heavens I lifted,
Where are Thee, oh LORD?
For I have been seeking for Thee so many years now,
But I have found Thee not!
I have kept my eyes wide-open in order to see,
As many colors of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a moment have I shut them,
For fear I missed Thy resplendent light,
But I saw Thee not!
I have kept my ears wide-open in order to hear
As many sounds of Thy creation as possible,
And not even for a second have I covered them up
For fear I missed Thy sacred voice,
But I heard Thee not!
I have kept my hands extended in order to touch
As many things of Thy creation as possible
And not even for a minute have I held them back,
For fear I missed Thy spiritual touch
But I touched Thee not!
I have kept my nostrils wide-open in order to scent
As many perfumes of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an instant have I held my breath
For fear I missed Thy holy aroma
But I scent Thee not!
I have become a famed gourmet in order to taste
As many delicacies of Thy creation as possible
And not even for an hour have I withheld my appetite
For fear I missed Thy heavenly feast
But I tasted Thee not!
Then, the thunderous voice of the Lord,
Coming deep down from the twilight of time,
Tearing the eternal heavens apart
Answered me and said:
Dear innocent child of Mine; hasn’t time taught you,
That I am neither to be seen by eyes
Nor to be heard by ears?
That I am not to be touched by hands
Nor to be scent by nostrils?
That I am not to be tasted by palates
But I am only to be felt by enraptured hearts?
Trembling and puzzled, in a shaky timid voice,
I dared ask:
How could this be done, oh Lord?
For I am so weak and ignorant, I do not know
And the compassionate voice of the Lord answered me
Don’t call yourself weak and ignorant for
I have endowed you with power and knowledge
You have only to unearth this incalculable treasure
Hidden deep down in your soul and you will be
In touch with Me, with eternity, with the universal law,
With the light, with the truth and every single existence,
But first you have to listen carefully to what I command:
Close your eyes for they cannot see Me
And cover your ears for they cannot hear Me
Pull back your hands for they cannot touch Me
And hold your breath for it cannot scent Me
Shut your mouth for it cannot taste me
And stand completely still in order for you
To sense Me
At once I rushed to Obey His divine command, so:
I closed my eyes and saw no more
And covered my ears and heard no more
I pull back my hands and touched no more
And held my breath and scent no more
I shut my mouth and tasted no more
And stood dead still for a moment,
Just for a moment alone!
I felt His ethereal presence enveloping my heart
And I saw His celestial light caressing my mind
And I heard His heavenly voice calling to my spirit
And I touched His angelic essence with my elated thought
And I scent His seraphic aroma with my sacred, now, breath
And I tasted His rapturous divinity with my blissful soul.
Then, immendiatly, the gates of revelation opened their
And in a magnificent lofty parade, in front of my soul’s
The mysteries of life, one by one, were unveiled to the last
Thus making everything known.
And now my enraptured self, jubilant before the eternal truth,
In ecstasy exclaims:
Thank you, oh Lord for showing me Thy blessed Essence,
Thank Thee, for I know Thee now!
And the Lord enigmatically smiled at me and with His
Divine thought tenderly declared:
No my loving child, you only know YOURSELF!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
You have fixed all movements within time
every trails destination have you outlined
no creature can operate outside its rule
the regulations of the cosmos no man can overrule
You oh Jah are the former of our clay
little have you asked but learn to love your way
forsake us will you never only we can turn away
ever open are your promises beckoning us to stay
you have sent your voice gently into the wind
to inform us all of the future YOU intend
the invitations are being sealed until the end
from your throne itself did they descend
Oh governor of Israel your servants have a task
to walk the path of truth false religion to unmask
upon Christ's shoulders all government shall come
peace on earth completed when your will is done
all the histories show every ruler of men
foster violence , injustice , hatred greed and sin
their arsenal of weapons their intentions a crime
full detonation is only a matter of time
fomentation of terror false stories do they use
lie to their own citizens calumny as news
misleading of the nations earths peoples do abuse
to pursue the cause of justice do refuse
I can hear the weeping , the cries have filled my ears
earthwide is the suffering , children daily live with tears
famine and starvation , disease wars and fears
past the point of denial , left to us extinction nears
Without Gods intervention mankind would not survive
those holding the power don't care if you remain alive
your slavery is their fuel so in wealth they thrive
for power and pleasure is the focus of their drive
Earths current calamites occurring as was foretold
materialism and technology sought for just like gold
every form of promiscuity ones body has been sold
violence and crimes and hatred in characters taken hold
Everything you plan to your children you do inform
the blueprint for the future your purpose to perform
every framework and design will earthly place transform
a government that loves on the verge of being born
No other fathers instructions have been so clear
every happiness conceived planned on placing here
from the beginning you have designed what was to come
the implementation and time taken it to be done
You designed the blueprint of the children you would raise
those who alongside Jesus and his character displays
anointed and appointed to serve everlasting days
who will rule the nations teach them all your ways
As sure as a refiners fire separates the gold
a razors edge on the sword of truth foretold
the forger of the weapon the right-hand of God
until his governors in his footsteps fully trod
From the heavens true justice will descend
incorruptible who mankind's tyranny will end
will remove all oppression and little ones defend
of its loving-kindness and mercy can everyone depend
Every prophet from beginning the kingdom given voice
that between life and death you have been given choice
installation of its kings is drawing very near
God who by Christ Jesus expressed intentions very clear
No child will ever hunger in this place
every physical infirmity and disease effaced
every sorrow and mourning with joy replaced
and even death itself has been erased
These promises God has through Christ demonstrated
for its fulfillment have his servants ever waited
where happiness and bliss lives in every home
the original design that exalts this throne
Your work oh Jah I magnify , joy and blessings bring
all glorious and majestic , crowning of your King
through him and his companions praise on earth will ring
of its exaltation those who love him sing
Gen. 1 & 2 Isaiah 9:1-7 , 11, 13:9-13,
16:5 , 24,35 , 55 , 65:17-25
Zec 9:9-17 Gospel parables of the Kingdom
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Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
The Deception of Free Verse: Dreams I, Translation of Etiemble’s L’imposture du vers libre by T. Wignesan
(From René Etiemble’s only poetry collection: le Coeur et la cendre: soixante ans de poésie (the heart and the ash sixty years of poetry). Paris: Les deux animaux, 1984, pp. 123-126.)
Yet He, who contemplated his incandescent world
and the sterile streaming
of the lava,
drunk with the swirling of the primal incense
His shape, during that period, took on all forms
ten thousand beings milling in him, inexistants;
the amoebas mixed with gigantosaurs
awaiting the hour
of the amoebagigantosaurs.
How you were divine, God, before the Creation
of your own non-being,
before your sacrifice, your suicide,
how divinely monstrous:
I see you such as I was you in your entrails
all the bodies of all the fishes in all the seas in all ponds,
blossoming on greenish scales of mackerels, the fins
shining on roaches
and red fish,
in all the wings in all the albatrosses feathery
in all the skies,
the wings of all the chicken,
walking on the thousand feet of all the scolopenders
on the four hairy columns of mammoths,
of rough rhinoceroses
on the four legs of lambs
on the two feet of all pterodactyls
of all ducks,
of all humans,
on the rings of all the earthworms.
Your voice which charms deaf rocks more
than songs of future sirens
sometimes raucously roared;
your caresses bill-cooing turtle-doves
when your ten thouand mouths opened.
hermophrodite inseminated by its universal sperm
bearing plants and beasts, all
and the woman whose womb as yet to be formed
dreamed in this way:
The scintillating effervescence of granite, of basalts,
freeze into position thus:
Mountains of rock, organs of Titan, cristals of fire.
Collapsing clouds, rapid cataracts
tumble down abrupt stony walls.
The earth swells valleys
mother earth made pregnant by ferns of great shadows.
Ocean rivers sweep along continents
open into flanks of mountains’ heroic holes
pour a freshness of love on thirsty roots…
the first pollen grain pollutes the first pistil.
The first flesh dazzled by the light
sketches the quiverings of joy that will be.
Two lives lie in the wet clay
ten thousand lives.
The eye – without becoming the enormous dreamer –
closes over this total image of its death
sees the saurian ichthyophages
horned beaks with sharp teeth
all the theory of winged horses
men without wings
And I, on this earth where I was dropped by mistake
In your dream
however much I raised my eyes higher than the clouds,
however much I scrutinised the celestial transparence
however much I could recall the person who in your
entrails I was as you
no more do I see your face in its ten thousand true
nothing more do I hear
the rustling of so many snowy and metallic scales over
so many feathers.
“No! No! Not this reckless Golgotha!
God! You are mistaken.
God! I surrender myself (only) to you yourself.”
But the winds wailed with the wolves
“Just as well!”
At last my egoism refuses to accept the cross the spear
and the sponge
with the venom
Why then every evening the same stars
entice themselves into the self-same ponds?
Stars, make yourselves scarce!
I know all about you and your promenades.
Too docile, horses offer their jaw bits on flanks where
spurs caress the necks.
Water which flows so miraculously so fastidiously servile:
seas part themselves,
alcarazas freeze lips.
Every night when fatigue overcomes me with sleep
retracts its golden claws in order not to derange my
Drunk with power
like a Ceasar like a Nero like a Caligula
I make myself small
“O! such as I was you in your entrails
allow me the remembrance and the regret.”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Long poem by
Scott Bronner | Details |
Since eternity past God the Father Son & Holy Spirit dwelled in unity and sweet fellowship.
Then Three-In-One decided to make a marvelous universe with an earth for life to dwell.
Creating an amazing array of creatures was the easy part – the risk was on the last made.
For unlike other creatures, man & woman were made in God's likeness with a Spirit.
That Spirit communicated with God, and harmony reigned as earth was well cared for.
Freedom to do was great – limited by but one tree that the humans were not to ear from.
At that tree, Satan disguised himself as an innocent snake and asked the woman questions.
Did God really say don't eat from this tree? Well, that's to keep you from becoming like Him.
Look its fruit is beautiful and one bite and you'll know what God does and be Jehovah's equal.
Eve was confused, for this didn't sound like what Adam said God told her, but wouldn't it be grand.
If God is so good, why would he keep this secret from us of being able to be like Him – is He jealous?
The firm, juicy fruit was indeed delicious, and she quickly called Adam to taste, which soon he did.
A small act? Every war, family problem, anger, hatred, lie, killing, stealing, rape, abuse came herefrom.
The beauty of God's creation was now marred with sin that affected every part with death and decay.
God graciously gave Adam & Eve animal skins for no longer would they live in Eden's perfect climate.
From now on there would be sweat for the food they ate and exceedingly great pain during childbirth.
Even their firstborn would murder their second, starting the cycle of revenge and killing that's ongoing.
Yet God also made a promise that one would come who would crush Satan's head while being bruised.
"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God" clues us in to who.
For God's Son Himself would come to teach, heal and offer His life on a Cross to destroy our death curse.
Our sins He would bear and in rising He's seal the promise of eternal life, so great we Jesus' love for us.
For Jesus the cost was unbelievably high, and for us the reward is incredibly great – if we but accept.
Accept that I am a sinner, I've done wrong and need God's forgiveness to live with His perfection.
Accept that Jesus can do what I cannot – change my heart, make my Spirit alive to forever live with God.
This being GOD, the promise of heaven and new earth is sure, though pain lies in between. Choose now.
For GOD and all creation cry out – this is what life is meant for – to know and love One's Maker.
As humans we live eternally with or apart from God, and His great desire is that we choose with.
But just as an earthly Father cannot force true love, nor does our Heavenly Father – He waits.
Though He made all and knows beginning from end, he waits and yearns that we receive His love.
Then love and be loved by Jesus in life's harshness & delight, sharing that love with other lost children
To work in harmony with the One who made us, makes life new again as our spirit is filled with new life.
There can be dry days when we don't feel His presence, and others so full that we want to shout for joy.
The fact is Our Father GOD, our Savior Jesus, the Holy Spirit, are always with us and never will leave us. Amen.
Long poem by
Lyric Man | Details |
Check it out!
some fast... some slow
All right stop,
hear me out and listen
Mountain outta nothing,
Mother Nature's invention
Deep within the earth,
pressure grows tightly
The molten lava flows,
daily and nightly
Looking to escape,
gotta find a place to go
An unexpected pop,
or a never ceasing flow
or a bursting burning vandal
Spewing rock and gas,
or a deadly dripping candle
erie calm then cataclysmic boom
a deadly poisonous mushroom
Deadly fiery mass,
a leaping rock lava melody
Spreading ash for miles,
a majestic tragedy
When the mountain ignites,
betta get out of her way
In a matter of moments,
she'll make night outta day
Yo.. study and try to solve it
A spontaneous temper tantrum,
no way to resolve it
Volcanic explosive debris,
andesite and dacite rock
Goes off when she wants,
oh no.. not set to your clock
Mayon Volcano Philippines,
and Mount Fuji in Japan
Part of the "Rim of Fire",
that still amazes modern man
The majesty of Mount Rainer,
lies in Washington state
Pillar into the sky,
jaw dropping she's so great
Conical rough hued mountain,
so steep at the vent
A composite volcano,
BAM.. an explosive event!
Cinder cone volcano,
gets its name from falling ash
What goes up in smoke,
comes down in smoldering crash
Steep slopes like a Composite,
but its flat at the top
Much smaller than a Shield,
less deadly in its fiery pop
But what's truly outstanding,
how quick this mount can grow
In 9 years from that 43' cornfield,
the magnificent Paricutin in Mexico
There's the Sunset Crater in Arizona,
Lava Butte in Oregon
These treasures known for beauty,
and much less for brawn
incredibly powerful without jumping
Mountain continually grows,
as liquid fire keeps pumping
Heat beyond belief, boiling river..
there's no mistaking
Takes out everything in its path,
no lying, I'm not faking
Slow dancing combustion,
that forms layers of smooth rock
A night and day red rumble,
a never ceasing tick tock
She's a five degree angle,
of two thousand degree basalt
Her flow over many miles,
a deadly unrelenting assault
Magma from the mantle burns,
a hole in lithospheric plate
A flaming searing inferno,
a blazing scorching lake
Mauna Loa and Kilauea,
spatter ramparts curtains of fire
These are Hawaii's highest peaks,
and tourist great desire.
But the tallest of all,
on the Red Planet ya see its scars
Higher than three Mount Everest,
Olympus Mons of Mars
She once was a warrior in battle,
unceasing and aglow
Advancing and defeating,
the most massive shield volcano!
But ya can't talk volcanos,
leave Mount Saint Helen's off da map
Wouldn't be good science,
no rhyme to reason in dat info rap
She was the most notorious catastrophic eruption,
May 18, 1980
A massive debris avalanche,
was triggered by this angry lady
The most destructive in US history,
"Teach" remembers that day
When it "snowed" ash across America,
in the middle of May.
Sponsor: Jared Pickett
Contest Name: Collaboration
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
Life is precious , therefore he cultivates it
it's vastness among all his compositions
they flow like an aria from many instruments
you are excellent , oh my beloved
your handiwork threads all that surrounds me
the displays of your gifts
our rooms are overflowing and the table
with every good and perfect present
all completed by the workmanship of your hands
your visions perceive the finality
before even the crafting of it has begun
amply actualized by the fertility
of your own mind
your occupations are productive
as the lathes of heaven they turn
upon the axis of your thoughts
formulation upon formulation
their energies inexorable
the molding painting weaving casting
carving shaping and engraving
of the objects to be constructed
the movements of your mind
stretches into the grand designs
the substance of wealth
and nothing that does not delight
Your furnishings occupy the expanses
the depth of your artistry
the pressure of your furnaces
mold our gems and ornaments
whose color radiates their clarity
the vaults are well lit
each rooms lighted chandeliers are suspended
in their canopies
each room sprayed abundantly with blooms
their fragrances permeate my soul
our curtains a covering in every shade
surrounding our homes
you have carpeted its surfaces with a mosaic
of brilliant treasures and whose form
is harmonious and pleasing
here every beautiful creature
play among their pillars
you have chiseled out the high ranges
the carvings of many sculptures
their dominion overshadows the landscapes
with an awl you split open the rock face
and release the mantles of the deep
where the water courses rush
to the well watered resting places
you churn the soil until it is fertile
and the tender sprouts spread
like legions of armies
every touch by you is nourishing and flourishes
those whom you apprentice
are bound to the ways
of the Master
where creativity has no boundaries
and every field is full
of life's expressions
Your instructions are in precision
and your skills you effectively teach
your productions are exquisite
your activity is ceaseless
as the burning energy of a Son
Genesis 1 Proverbs 8 John 1:1-18 Colossians 1:16
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Poetry of Providence
Long poem by
Therese Bacha | Details |
A Journey With The Wind.
I had a dream that felt greater than reality, lost on earth
wearing a gown bare feet bleeding leaving behind traces
for my sons to find me.
My hand was begging reaching out suddenly, a feeling
I held the wind, yes the wind in the palm of my hand a friend,
to join me through that journey toward the ocean, knowing it
will soon fly away, who can hold the wind and make it belong,
Wind Oh wind, meet my sons, whisper my name they are the
ones who care, they will rescue me even blind folded, they will
smell my bodies odor and sense where I am.
Oh wind, you are the only one here on this earth I feel your presence,
fly away now carry a tear place it on their cushion and deliver my
message to them, I will wait even forever, bring them back to me.
My friend my wind, search for them, find them knock, on their window
If they are sleeping they will wake up & run towards me follow my blood
trail find their way to carry me softly & cure my scars wipe away my
tears & fear of drowning alone at the shore.
Suddenly the light faded darkness took over covering the brightness
away I pledged, mother nature I am not yet ready, sun do not burn
and light a fire, Oh sun where are you , don't leave me alone, I started humming my babies melody to be heard
and come to my rescue.
Deprived to see them in the morn for years, deprived to look in their
eyes, deprived to eat with them, drink with them, deprived to smell their
perfume, destiny was against me due to the war in our country, for
years they were always flying away around this earth, to settle.
I felt cold shivering, suddenly the warmth of my children's breath
around gave me the strength I needed, Wind! my friend! you
found them and carried them across the ocean,Oh, the look into
each others eyes cannot be describe, for the first time I felt they
were real we fixed for seconds but a whole book can be created
through the emotions and communications that occurred during
those precious moments,
a language of its own.
The echoing of their voices was heard, what can we say mum except
we love you for being there when we needed you,we love you because
of who you are, we love you because you care, we love you for not sinking
during our absence because we needed you on the shore, together listen
to nature`s beauty, birds twittering, fish whispering,
waves dancing & splashing.
We love you because you find life in everything you touch, and if not,
you blow life into everything, we love you, your breath has kept
us alive, your breath is as strong as the wind that carried us to you.
Come on mum, it was a long journey with the wind on this earth
for all of us, lets go home, together.
Contest,Earth Fire Water Wind for Debbie Guzzi (WIN Honorable Mention) Therese Bacha
Long poem by
Poetryof Providence | Details |
Earth was a perfumed garden
residing in a single galaxy
beauteous fair among the planeted channels
so blooms its presence which has given birth to me
lighted reflections among the waterfalls
succulent as oranges in bowls of cedar
or apple blossom petals dancing in the winds
there enticed my heart
to the park of natures nursery
where the trails are laden
with baby's breath and blueberries myrtle
juniper , ash , thimbleberries , and chanterelles
we have steeped peppermint , currant and sassafras for tea
with hyssop , palmetto , and mandrake
turmeric , saffron , paprika , sage among our spices
dried plantain , maiden hair and olives
have graced our tables
mallow , ginseng , nutmeg , cinnamon , pennyroyal
tamarind , rue , every flora and fauna that sprouts
unrivaled in all her bounties
provisions made for every delight
energy and power has shaped her mountain ranges
meadows , valleys , islands , and seas
so complete her resources
that we can find nothing that delights
lacking in her but we ourselves
how quickly man has replaced
her cotillion of species
with cement and a flat screen
where empire means empty
and shaped steel means plenty
and the dance of dominion
is the desolation of what supports our lives
shackles , chains , slavery , prison
to a shallow society of souls surrendered
to the immolation of creation
the arsenal of greed and pride
which has bound the herd
upon the precipice of suicide
where swiftly the poison of property
has dashed and crushed life
upon the rocks where nothing can grow
the slow death of humanity
drowning in his own debris
our luxury someone else's slavery
the 10 year old who is hungry
and climbs into a pit for what we consider
less than nothing
mining our riches
we decry poverty and bondage
but sight unseen does not make us clean
where sensory masturbation is the
addiction of the masses
all that is left for the " lower classes "
I'll not give you this
if you haven't looked around
you are considered " remiss "
the 99 percent are still richer than
two thirds of the rest of humanity
your baby sitter is no longer "black and white"
but unfettered violence of every type
when the store is empty
where will you turn ??
IITim 3:1-5 Apocalypse 11:15-19
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Long poem by
Demetrios Trifiatis | Details |
Who am I?
This is a question that unable, I am, a
Definite answer, straightforward to give
Buried myself I find, under layers upon layers of
Beliefs and prejudices that centuries past, have
Deposed upon my helpless and unwilling soul!
Who am I?
Before a reply, to the posed question, I attempt to give,
First, I have to strip off myself of the garments that
History, religion and culture have dressed me with, so
As the real me to appear:
The kernel of truth that nature has intended me to be
Nude I will be facing the world with
Free from any religious beliefs,
Liberated from history and its past crimes
Naked, untarnished and pure, ready I would be to
Judge things, once more, with open mind and in that way
My own and true identity to find:
The “I” with no adjectives, whatsoever
Having no name this time, I ask the question again:
Who am I?
Am I the Chaos or am I the Cosmos?
Am I the Division or am I the Union?
Am I the Hate or am I the Love?
Am I the Folly or am I the reason?
Am I the Good or am I the Evil?
Whoever I am, I’m all of the above:
The Chaos and the Cosmos
The Division and the Union
The Hate and the Love
The Folly and the Reason
The Good and the Evil and
Every conceivable opposing force in the
Universe that exists
Creation impossible would be without this
Endless war of opposing forces:
Of life and death
Of cold and hot
Of arid and humid
Of light and darkness
The laws that govern the macrocosm are
The same laws that govern the microcosm
As the relentless war in the universe never ceases
In the same way, the war within us, unending is.
Who am I?
The answer perhaps is that I am the one who is called upon
A sense out this Cosmos to make for I am the key with which
The mystery of life will be unlocked,
The one to understand that the necessity of the opposing forces is
Paramount and nothing can exist without its opposite,
The one that has to realize that he is never pure evil or pure good
But good to the degree of his understanding and evil to the degree of
The one who has to grow to the point as to recognize the fact that
He has to copy the harmonious universal order of things and adapt it in his
Society and within himself for to live in harmony and finally,
I am the one that will eternally struggle to comprehend who he is, where he is,
What he is and the reason of his existence in order to understand the Cosmic
Order and live according to its demands,
Therefore, my friends, my question lingers:
WHO AM I?
© Demetrios Trifiatis
12 NOVEMBER 2014
Long poem by
James Kelley | Details |
I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only with your essence. I feel the brush of your skin and callouses of your hands on my body. Such soft reveries. Its inevitable conclusion is bleeding into the clay and tall grasses beneath our ghostly steps.
I am Earth and you are Sky, and the wind carries the daily exchange of our nature on soft songs. I no longer chase the zephyrs that swirl upon the low grounds. They carry leaves and debris that settles back onto the clay beneath us. We both see one another clearly, but somehow do not have clear vision when it comes to our own storms.
I am rain falling sideways, pushed by your reaching gusts. Locusts swarm in the eyes of my pondering caress; we are a plague of fathoms at the foot of a swallowed sea. You are the calmness of Earth’s depths, my rage punishing your shores. You are the beauty of my destruction, the ebb and flow of my tormented purity. I only wish that I could feel your weight upon me again, holding me at rest.
But the scales of time’s sandy tick have tilted, leaving me crazed and undiluted. I watch your limbs sway, your leaves break free and wander, searching for the source of my prayers, and I blink. The night swells in my breast and I feel your fault lines shake in the bones of what is left.
This feral land is the bedchamber of our lovemaking. The faces in the trees are watching us. We give them life as they dream us into being. The soft waters of the bayous are a song hanging in thick bayou air. We are like water. I close my eyes and you are within me.
Our bodies are trapped in the temporal. Our minds caught in patterns we do battle with perceived realities. Yet your spirit is etched beneath my eyelids. You are never far. We are writing poetry across oceans of time. Lovers in every form. Weaving stories of creation and destruction upon each individuation. Flesh as a vessel, is only bound by time. My heart is heavy with shadows. Yet together, we are Fire and Light.
We are the eternal design of nature’s fury: the break and the fall, the flow and the pull, the thrust and the splash of kindling spirit. We are all, and we are one, and I feel your feet within mine as we walk down, further upon the grassy road of our story. Your hand is soft, mine broken and bleeding. But you will heal me, you always do. For you are the wind that molds me, the crash breaks me, the flame that purifies our bond, and the water sending ripples on the shore of every world in which we choose to play our songs.
(c) James Kelley and Katherine Wyatt 2014